“On the bridge of Avignon we are dancing all around!” Last night, the moment I laid on my bed, my eyes shut and I fell into a deep sleep. Upon waking up at 3 am, I realized I still had my contacts in, my clothes on, and I was still sleeping on top of my still made bed. I had an awesome time with the Lord this morning and read as I listened to a very talented accordion player as I drew the Palaid de Papes, the fortress that the Pope lived in for a hundred years. This guy was awesome and I recorded about 15 minutes of him playing and upbeat waltz and a more somber Italian tune. This quaint town was covered with luxury shops and completely surrounded by a large brick wall. For some reason, I absolutely love to find local markets where fresh fruits and vegetables are sold, and much to my excitement, I found Les Halles, the perfect local market. Sadly, I didn’t buy any raw sausage this time, but the experience was fun nonetheless. Before leaving the hotel, we had a face off between the two different busses singing the song I started today’s post with. Needless to say, our bus dominated as we brought out a rap, dancers, and an ancient war hymn.